I'm just another survivor

Girl meets boy, at a random long walk/common friends/social networking/childhood love interest, they fall in love. Life seems to be a bliss until the blues creep in. His behaviour suddenly becomes unbearable and she comes across as bitchy. By this time one of the two is madly in love (read: Obsessed). And the blame game starts. #forlorn-true-love-story.

Most of the time, the story ends there. The stronger ones get over and find different partners. A majority section though finds it difficult to get over and kill themselves. 

Its a sad story that the person whom you considered as the love of your life is the same one to trigger your death. It ain't easy, of course. But, then nothing is. 

Some months ago, I opened my facebook as part of a wake up routine and I had my news feeds filled with RIP Jiah messages. I started feeling amused at her decision to give up life at such an early age, the news about the reason for her death started surfacing. And her suicide letter was out.

What seems to be a result of a failed story is actually the story of a lot of people. A lot of lives have been taken and few have surfaced strong. Everyday, as I talk to people I only hear stories about how their love lives have been crippled or how a new person has bowled them over. A higher percentage of them actually don't seem to realise that there are many things involved in a relationship, just good looks and charm don't constitute life. And most of these are teenagers, who fall in the block of 15 to 19 years of age. 

I know how it feels when people around you are talking away about their boy friends while you have none. But hang in there for a while. Not all those who are in a relationship are happy, not all do it as part of a trend there are some who actually believe it and there are others who tend to do it just for the heck of it. Its just a matter of time before you meet somebody who actually deserves you.

Peer pressure generally leads to relationships with any random person. There's no escaping it, but being strong and self-confident. Anyways, giving up life is too easy and nobody is worth your life. Ten years down the line you would just be a far fetched memory, so why ruin your life just to escape the momentary pain of loss.

Life is worth living. I know all this is too philosophical but, sometimes some experiences change everything.

I'm just another survivor.